A spillway for emotion.

Funny that I revised the description of my blog ages ago and only just realized Emotional Spillway made littles sense. Version three is an excellent revision. What was the original? Maybe the original had no description?

Shake It Loose

Training

Hopefully the time change won't cause my wake time to spring past all my classes.

My room is not very clean. My bed is too comfy. My back is oi.

Behind The 15th Fret Wire

The only clean underwear I have are barely more than a tattered rag! I'm dressed, and my bed is made. I guess I'll start my laundry and work on my desktop. I'm starting to feel hungry. I plugged in my battery charger. I can't wait to get this floor swept. I played some guitar.

What we thought was funny isn't (funny at all). Almost there, I had some video games with my breakfast. Laundry...

Rechargeable Battery Juice

I don't enjoy doing laundry. I think it's because I do really enjoy fashion and accessories and feel as though my wardrobe does not reflect this. It probably does, but it also reflects that I'm broke.

Taste This, It's Semen

I got my whites loaded into the washing machine. My laundry is made up of mainly whites, an assortment of blue, and black. Where's the rest of the rainbow? I'd like to have the entire spectrum: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. All of the hues at different saturations and shades. Highlights, lowlights, midtones, accents and shadows.

I guess that does it. While I wait for my laundry I can do school work. First, let's see how my Wah-Wah sounds. Got everything working. Had to work on my guitar electronics and I think I pulled a muscle in my back, but it's all good. I'll be studying any minute now, just need to clear the clutter off my desk, and put away my tools.

Whites are folded and put away. I'm not sure what's going on with my back, haha it hurts so good! I think I'll email Gessi and see if he can model my skyscraper for me.

Penthouse Suite
Generic Mid-Level Floor
Ground Floor
Generic Sub-Level
Basement

Top
Middle
Bottom

It's time to eat something, and do my nails. What am I going to do about my back!? I must have set it up into this awkward tension. Am I going to need to go and see a massage thereapist?

Contour/Highlights

Wow, I've got my laundry finished, it's only 8:45pm. Still, I did start on my RDA and I should be able to cover at least half of the material I'm responsible for on Tuesdays midterm. I was reading on my bed and nodded off a few times so I'm about to regroup at my desk. I'm sure being hunched over for three hours will contribute to the health of my back, but it must be done! It hurts to move. I've got enough bread left for a pb and j sandwich. I think I'll put that together now and drink lots of water.

I almost forgot, ironically since I was thinking how fortunate I was to be remembering to write it down, I'm going to prepare my back pack tonight, so that it will be ready tomorrow morning. I'd thought of doing so many times but have yet to accomplish the desired effect. Tonight's the night!

Mohawks and Corporate Rock

Steampunk: Gears and Goggles

Chatroullette certainly has led me to load a Daft Punk album. Let's see if I can concentrate throughout the course of their 1999 work entitled 'Homework'.

Gat, Stabs, and Jokers

The Phase of the Oceans and Digital Timers

Listening to this track brings to mind a post I made on facebook some time back about partiality towards signal to noise ratios. I can imagine now a screen behind an orchestra, with nothing on it except for the static white noise where no signal is available to be demodulated. Then, I take the sound of a violin, the sound of live performance, feed it through a filter and have it appear as some type of signal within the static being played on the screen.

I should perform a statistical analysis of my transcript.

I was just thinking of hot pink pentagrams, spinning, rotating end-over-end and pulsing in time to music. Scale effects.

Sometimes I wonder if the transport cells in my blood stream, or just the cells that make up my body in genereal have intelligence.

They're building new dance moves into my back.

I can't talk right now, I'm bringing Sexsi back.

A man stands alone in a room. With a clock radio in his hand he scans the airwaves.

She'd prefer his family's had it all and lost, to a family man who wants it all but started off with none.

Well, this Pat Metheny album 'The Way Up' is quite good. I still have about a hundred pages to finish. It's twenty minutes to midnight now. I have one class tomorrow, and a chem lab to finish. I think it will be in my best interest to try and sleep off this stitch in my back.

I won't forget to pack.